adventures in dysthymia

Friday, November 23, 2007

A POEM and my annual rant. Poem first:


God may not wait
atop this mountain
but the devil's surely
back there behind me.

Keep climbing. Keep climbing.
The air grows cold
and more clear;
the summit is not far.

Life and death have held
the ends of my rope.
Keep climbing. The wind
will sweep all clean.

Stephen Brooke ©2007's bad enough that folks put up their Christmas stuff on or right after Thanksgiving, but the stores have been at it for a couple weeks already. Sheesh, people, let the holidays come in their own time. Of course, they'll all be sick of Christmas by the time it arrives and start taking the decorations down. And the stores will be pushing Valentine's Day, naturally.

Hey, Christmas is a season that starts on Dec 25, not Nov 15. Does anyone even remember that it lasts for the traditional Twelve Days? As usual, I will not decorate for Christmas nor put up a tree until a couple days before the actual date. Until then, I say bah! humbug! to the commercial Christmas season.

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